Things We Do in the Dark

by Jennifer Hillier

Paris’s husband might not have been her greatest love—that honor still belongs to someone she knew years ago, in a different life, when she was a very different person—but Jimmy Peralta was the love of this life, the one she built from the ashes of her old one.

A voice floats through her mind then, always the unwanted intruder, forever the snake in her brain that uncoils at the worst possible times.

Because while you can reinvent yourself, you can’t outrun yourself.

Everywhere you go, there you are.